As a fat guy among many fears a big one is getting yourself parked in an airline seat. I usually fly with BMI as their seat belts apparently are longer and you can book an aisle seat in advance so its stops the red face when it does not meet in the middle. I have always wondered how a seemingly helpful stewardess can wait for that an entire plane of 250+ passengers to be quiet before she or he announces Sir would you like a seat belt extension? in a loud voice and holding it up that orange extension belt. Everyone has a look and then to add insult to injury they ask Do you know how to work it? Here is the thing its probably not that loud its probably in my head but none the less its embarrassing.
Having just secured a new client in Northern Ireland whom my first visit to was last week you can imagine my joy when he sent through my airline tickets. You guest it Easy Jet. My fears started when I opened the email, first thought seat belts, second thought arm rest, third thought will the plane be full will I get a spare seat beside me? So what should be a huge positive i.e. new client paying my expenses etc was now beginning to be a nightmare in my head.
However I had forgotten I have now lost nearly 5 stone (70lbs,31kg) since I was last on an Easy Jet flight. While waiting in line to board the aircraft and of course with Easy Jet there is no seat allocation you just fight with the rest of the passengers to get what seat you want ( Easy Jet call it first come first served not fight in fairness but you get the scene) My first check is the amount of people I see in the line I have mentally counted 120 that means spare seats, that's good that means take an aisle seat and at worst no one will sit in the middle one and at worst someone will sit in the window sit. Lets face it no one wants to sit beside a fat guy on a flight do you? My heart was still racing and all my fears of the past where in my head mind and soul, I am really at this point not in a good place.
I get on board about 30th to board the plane and get an aisle seat hurray is the cry in my mind. I sit down with all the normal fears and try to fasten the belt, then my head realizes the arm rest is not attached to my backside or pushing into my belly. Then the seat belt clicks shut without a problem, so at this point feeling lucky I pull down the table and it does not hit my belly so for five minutes I sit with the biggest grin on my face like the cat that got the cream that kind of great feeling. Then someone had the audacity to break this feeling by asking may I have the the window seat? I said boldly why not have the aisle I will move to the window seat to which they were very happy. I sat in that window seat like it was all my Birthdays and Christmas,s rolled into one.
Past fears control a lot of how we act and behave I am learning that while I have lots more weight to lose things are changing for the better but my subconscious mind has not yet caught up with my reducing sized body. I am back in Northern Ireland next with the same airline bring it on



